Confucious or confusion?
This reality called illusion
Merely complicates the fusion
to which we all ascend
With simplicity or ease
Beauty brings us to our knees
And it silences our pleas
To cease our end
Through ease we show no care
And as such tread unaware
Upon the heads that do their share
But still call each other friend
Simplicity 'by self alone'
Responsibility you condone
Awareness of the power of one
For which we are condemned
And so still we strive to find
The goal that is our peace of mind
Tracing roots 'blind lead the blind
Then alas miscomprehend
Do our tempers start to boil?
That the digging of the soil
Creates our own immortal coil
Prophetic nonsense! We pretend
She lives she breathes she's Gaia
And with water air and fire
Becomes the wisdom called Sophia
Attained at desires end
So which way do we go?
With the paradox we know
We'll have something left to show
For our children to amend